Spirit! so oft in radiant freedom soaring High through seraphic mysteries unconfined, And oft a diver through the deeps of mind, Its caverns, far below its waves, exploring; And oft such strains of breezy music pouring, As, with the floating sweetness of their sighs, Could still all fevers of the heart, restoring Awhile that freshness left in Paradise; Say, of these glorious wanderings what the goal? What the rich fruitage, to man's kindred soul From toil of thine bequeathed? — Of, strong, and high, And sceptred intellect! thy goal confest Was the Redeemer's cross — thy last bequest, One lesson, breathing thence profound humility!
